February 12th, 1998 is a day that will live in infamy in our family. It was the I day heard those horrible three words: "you have cancer." I was 31, married, with a 5 year old and 2 year old. Two beautiful boys. We quickly went to M.D. Anderson, in Houston Texas to learn I had a very rare form of bone cancer called Ewing Sarcoma. It was in my pelvic bone and pressing against my sciatic nerve and next to my spinal cord. I knew things were bad when doctors didn't speak in terms of stages, and long term survivability. I was fortunate to find Dr. Pat Benedetto at the University of Miami. It was there I was told I was going to go through a year of chemotherapy and radiation followed by the possibility of a surgery that would have left me with one leg. After about 31 weeks in the hospital, heavy doses of chemotherapy and radiation, which almost killed me, I was fortunate to avoid surgery, a risky decision, I left the hospital for the last time with a paralyzed left leg from the knee down, and a lot of fears about the uncertain future. But 21 years later, I now get to say the most favored three words "I am cured!" I could have never made it without the support of my friends and family, but most importantly, my incredible wife Suzanne. I hope in some small way I can give hope to those who sadly will come after me.
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